Cole didn’t panic.
Cole never panicked.
But something in the way he stood — shoulders tight, jaw set, eyes sharper than usual — told me whatever he’d seen wasn’t just bad.
It was catastrophic.
I stepped closer. “Cole… what did they say?”
He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he turned the laptop toward me. A single line glowed on the screen, stark and cold.
WE WANT HER BACK.
My stomach dropped.
Cole clicked the trackpad. Another message appeared.
TONIGHT.
Then another.
OR WE COME FOR ALL OF YOU.
My breath caught. “They know you’re here. They know I’m here. They know—”
Cole closed the laptop gently, like he was afraid the words might crawl out of the screen if he didn’t shut them away.
“They know too much,” he said quietly.
I swallowed hard. “What do we do?”
Cole exhaled slo
